Tere Naam Pe Juda
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Aarush Rajvansh – The Ruthless Tycoon
Age: 30
CEO of Rajvansh Industries – India’s leading business empire.
Arrogant, cold, feared by the world, worshipped in the boardroom.
Believes everything—including people—has a price.
Haunted by a painful past that made him ruthless.
Doesn’t believe in love.
Has a soft spot buried deep, which only she can reach.
Prisha Sharma – The Innocent Fighter
Age: 22
A middle-class girl from a simple family.
Kind, graceful, but fiercely self-respecting.
Loves her family deeply.
Dreamed of love, not chains—until her dreams were crushed.
Forced into a marriage with Aarush against her will.
Hates him for controlling her life, but slowly starts seeing the cracks in his armor.
Becomes his biggest strength… and eventually, his greatest love.
Dr. Raghav Mehta – The Childhood Best Friend
Prisha’s childhood friend.
Loyal, calm, and supportive.
Has always been in love with her, but never confessed.
Reappears in her life, becoming a trigger for Aarush’s jealousy.
Will play a major role in testing their growing bond.
Kusum Sharma – Prisha’s Mother
A widowed, soft-spoken woman.
Lives a modest life with strong values.
Loves her daughter and blames herself for Prisha’s situation.
Holds deep pain but stays strong for her family.
Anya Sharma – Prisha’s Younger Sister
Bubbly, outspoken, and full of life.
Shares a very close bond with Prisha.
Tries to bring light into their dark world.
Yash Rajvansh – Aarush’s Loyal PA & Only Friend
Knows Aarush like no one else.
Quiet observer, gives advice but doesn’t interfere.
Slowly becomes a silent supporter of Prisha.
Often the messenger between two broken hearts.
Sana Malhotra – The Ex-Fiancée / Hidden Enemy
Glamorous, ambitious, and manipulative
Once engaged to Aarush, still obsessed with him
Wants to break Aarush and Prisha apart
Creates chaos, lies, and misunderstandings
Avni Kapoor – Media Editor / Aarush’s Past
Smart, powerful, and connected to Aarush's mysterious past.
Not a villain—but holds the key to secrets that will shake everything.
1
EXT. MUMBAI CITYSCAPE – NIGHT – AERIAL VIEW
The skyline of Mumbai glows under the moonlight—glassy towers piercing the dark clouds. One building rises above them all, its top floor lit like a crown.
INT. RAJVANSH TOWERS – CEO CABIN – NIGHT
A 50th-floor corner office. Minimalist. Ruthless. Every inch screams power.
Behind a massive glass desk sits AARUSH RAJVANSH, eyes sharp as daggers, face carved in stone. His black suit is spotless, his watch gleams under soft lighting.
He flips a file shut and stares out at the dark city. A voice breaks the silence.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
(entering with hesitation)
Sir… she’s here.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without turning)
Bring her in.
PRISHA SHARMA stands stiffly in a plain salwar suit, clenching her handbag. Her eyes dart around the luxury office floor—intimidated, but proud.
She’s not here by choice. She’s here because her world is falling apart.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
This way, Ms. Sharma.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(finally turns, voice cold)
Close the door, Yash.
Yash exits silently. The door clicks shut.
Aarush leans back in his chair, studying her. Prisha stands tall, though her knuckles are white from gripping her bag.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(calmly)
You look… uncomfortable.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(voice shaking but steady)
Why did you call me here? What do you want from me?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(rising, walking toward her with slow, deliberate steps)
I think you already know the answer.
He circles her like a predator.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(backing slightly)
I’m not playing your games. My family has nothing left. You already ruined us. Just… leave us alone.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(chuckles darkly)
I didn’t ruin anyone. Your father ruined himself. I just made sure his debts didn’t get swept under the rug.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(eyes welling up)
My father is dead. And you still want to punish us?
Aarush stops. Something flickers in his eyes—guilt? Pain? But it vanishes.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
I’m offering you a way out.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
What kind of way?
He moves back to his desk, pulls out a document. Tosses it in front of her.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(shocked)
You’re insane.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(calmly pouring himself whiskey)
Marry me, Prisha. Tomorrow. And your mother’s house, your sister’s education, all debts—they’re taken care of.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(outraged)
You want me to marry you… like I’m some pawn? Why?! Why me?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(takes a slow sip, looking away)
That’s none of your concern.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
Then my answer is no.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(coldly)
Your mother has diabetes, doesn’t she?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
Insulin. Monthly checkups. Medications she won’t afford without your job… that you’re about to lose.
Prisha slowly turns to him, lips trembling.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(voice low)
Marry me, and she lives peacefully. Say no, and I make sure your home is gone by morning. Your mother ends up on the street. Your sister—God knows where.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(tears rolling down, but refusing to cry aloud)
You’re a monster.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without emotion)
Yes. And monsters don’t lie. Choose, Prisha. Your time ends at midnight.
INT. SHARMA HOUSE – NIGHT
Dimly lit one-bedroom apartment.
KUSUM SHARMA lies on a cot, asleep, breathing heavily. A bottle of medicine sits half-empty nearby.
ANYA SHARMA studies at the table, headphones in.
PRISHA enters quietly. Closes the door. Looks at her small world, her family, her responsibilities.
She walks to her mother. Brushes Kusum’s hair gently.
FLASHBACK – AARUSH’S WORDS REPEAT
"Your mother ends up on the street... your sister—God knows where."
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(whispers to herself)
I’ll do it. For them… not you.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – NEXT MORNING
Aarush descends the spiral staircase in a dark sherwani. The mansion is decked for a private wedding.
Dhanraj Rajvansh watches from the foyer, curious but silent. He doesn’t know the full truth.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(nods slightly)
It’ll be over soon.
INT. SMALL TEMPLE – PRIVATE CEREMONY
The priest chants softly. Only a few people are present: Yash, a few guards, and the priest.
PRISHA, in a simple red saree, sits beside Aarush on the mandap. Her face is numb. Her hands tremble.
Priest
Mangal phere lijiye…
They rise. Aarush holds her hand firmly, while she avoids looking at him.
The fire crackles.
Prisha walks like a lifeless doll.
Aarush’s jaw clenches.
Her eyes glisten with silent tears.
Priest
Ab sindoor daaliye…
Aarush takes the vermillion. Without hesitation, he applies it to her hairline.
PRISHA’S FACE
Tears fall. Not from love. But defeat.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – BRIDE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Prisha sits on the edge of a luxurious bed, alone. The bridal jewelry feels like chains.
Door opens. Aarush enters.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(closing the door slowly)
Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Rajvansh.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(quietly)
I never asked for it.
He walks out, slamming the door behind him.
2
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – BRIDE’S ROOM – NIGHT
The room is a royal suite—soft gold lighting, embroidered drapes, silk bedding.
Prisha sits on the edge of the large bed, still dressed in her bridal saree. The sindoor on her head feels like a burn mark. Her bangles clink softly with each breath she takes.
A full-length mirror stands opposite her.
She stares at her reflection with disbelief, pain, and rising anger.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
"This isn't a marriage. It's a sentence. A punishment.
And I didn’t commit any crime".
She rips off the heavy necklace. It clatters to the floor.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – LIVING ROOM – SAME TIME
Aarush sits alone on a leather couch, glass of whiskey in hand. No lights, just the city glow through the massive windows.
Yash enters quietly with a tablet.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
The temple photos are ready to be released. Shall I instruct the PR team?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without looking)
No. Not yet.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
Sir?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(sips slowly)
Let the world wonder. A little mystery adds weight.
Yash watches him closely.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
You really went through with it.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(coldly)
Yes.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
She hates you.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(turns, a flicker of emotion)
That’s a good start.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – BRIDE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Prisha walks to the wardrobe. Every inch of it is stacked with designer lehengas, gowns, jewelry sets—each piece more expensive than her entire house.
She opens a drawer—more gold. And beneath them: her marriage contract.
She picks it up, trembling, and rips it into pieces—then throws them into the trash.
Aarush walks in, shirt sleeves rolled, cold gaze fixed on her.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(stiffens)
You should learn to knock.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(ignores her)
This is my house. Every door opens when I say.
He looks around. Notices the torn contract.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
Feeling rebellious, Mrs. Rajvansh?
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(without turning)
You think you own me now?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(walks slowly toward her)
I do. Legally, publicly, and practically.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(spins around, voice sharp)
You forced me! You threatened my mother—my sister’s life!
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
And yet you signed the papers. Took the pheras. Wore my name.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(glaring)
I will never be your wife in truth.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(a cruel smile)
Good. I didn’t marry you for love.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
There are rules in this house. Follow them. You’ll get whatever you want—comfort, money, silence.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
And if I refuse?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(steps closer, voice dangerously low)
Then I’ll remind you why you’re here.
He turns and walks away, but pauses at the door.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without looking)
Change out of that saree. You look like a martyr, not a bride.
He walks out, leaving her breathless and angry.
INT. SHARMA HOUSE – NIGHT
Anya Sharma(fl sister)
Are you okay, Ma?
Kusum Sharma(fl mother)
(weakly)
Where’s Prisha?
Anya Sharma(fl sister)
She said she had to go to work early... she left a note.
Kusum reads the note, eyes trembling.
📃"Don’t worry, Ma. I’ll fix everything. Even if it breaks me."
Kusum senses something is wrong.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – DINING HALL – NEXT MORNING
A grand dining table stretches endlessly, but only two seats are filled.
Aarush sits reading the paper.
Prisha walks in, now dressed in a simple cotton saree. No jewelry. Minimal sindoor. Her defiance is loud in silence.
She walks to the opposite end and sits—far from him.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without looking up)
You think I care if you wear gold or cotton?
Prisha Sharma(fl)
No. Because you don’t care about anything.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(calmly)
Correct.
A butler serves breakfast.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
From today, you’ll accompany me to events. Smile when I say. Speak only when needed.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(furious)
I’m not your puppet!
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(leans in slightly, voice like steel)
No. You’re my wife. And you’ll play the role—perfectly.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
And if I refuse?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(sips coffee, smiling cruelly)
Then I’ll start with shutting down your sister’s college admission.
Prisha slams her spoon down.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(through gritted teeth)
You’ll rot in hell.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(smirks)
I already do. You’re just moving in.
INT. MALHOTRA PENTHOUSE – DAY
SANA MALHOTRA, dressed in diamonds and satin, scrolls through her phone. Her eyes widen.
"WEDDING PIC OF AARUSH & PRISHA – UNOFFICIAL LEAK"
She throws the phone down, furious.
Sana Malhotra(ml Ex-Fiancée)
Who the hell is she?!
Sana Malhotra(ml Ex-Fiancée)
📱Find out everything about this Prisha Sharma. Everything.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – BRIDE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Prisha opens her window, letting the night air in. She stares at the sky, her eyes wet but unblinking.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
"I’ll endure you, Aarush Rajvansh.
But one day... you’ll regret ever forcing me into your world."
Prisha clutches her mangalsutra like a noose
Aarush stands at the balcony, watching the city, untouched by regret
A storm brews in both hearts
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